(an untitled poem)

By Peter Kilgore

walking the backroads

from the morning boat

thinking about spending

a day at the quarry

watching for hawks –

like this one here

leading me on

in a high glide

straight to the point

Peter Kilgore was born, grew up and lived most of his life in Portland. His lucid poetry, some of the highest-quality postwar verse in Maine during the 1960s, ’70s and ’80s, appeared in magazines and small press books such as “The Bar Harbor Suite” (Blackberry Books) and “Drinking Wine Out of the Wind” (Contraband Press) where this poem was first published. He died in 1992 at the age of 52.